I'm innocent, I didn't misspell a thing!!

Whistling whirling, spinning tide.

Things are happening fast.

Tears of pain, tears of sorrow, a flood of pain.
Throw me the rope, I need a float, I'm drowning.
I'm drenched, I'm soaked, I'm crying in the rain.

Things are really bad. People are crying rivers because of it.

It's been a good day, and yet so sad.
A life lost, recovered, a battle won.

Victory and Defeat, Defeat and Victory.

The clouds are parting, the day shines through,
Bringing warmth, from a falling son.

The Falling Son is Jesus Christ, the light of the world. He's been crucified. He's falling, and yet he brings warmth to lost souls.

There's a field covered in summer flowers,
frozen by a winter blast I can't explain,

Jesus crucifixion. He was a flower, that froze in the blast.

Over my water a sinking ship towers,
And the world will know tragedy again.

As a ship conquers water, Jesus conquered sin, but then took the worlds sin on his back, and was crucified. He was sinking. The world that believed in him, saw this tragedy.

But peace still lives, in clouds of war,
And soldiers carry love on their chest.

Love is still existent. Jesus lives on, written on the hearts of mankind. Through all the sorrow and pain, he is still there. The falling Son bringing warmth to the world of men.

Nobody knows just what's in store,
But God tells us, that it's all for the best.

And indeed it was for the best. Jesus rose on the third day, and the frozen flowers blossomed under the warmth and care of a loving savior.

Kind of a weird thing actually. I wrote it in about fifteen minutes, and didn't edit it. I wish I'd spent more time on it and perfected a few things.